A few words and a big smile to everyone!

What did I do Friday night when I was feeling so alone? I called an old (female) friend and arranged to meet her. She lives near the lake of Como, that's a good 900Km from Rome: too much to go alone by car (and quite risky, too, for the recent flooding alarms in central Italy), too boring to go by train (with the same risks).

Ok, I bought a "Magnifica Class" flight from Rome to Milan and did an exciting journey on one of the factory-new Alitalia's Airbus 321. We left Rome in a thunderstorm (with many efforts from the hostesses to calm down passengers in full panic!), flied in the sunshine and landed in the usual thick fog that covers the Padany.
Then I catched a bus for downtown Milan, walked in those trendy streets (met, as usual there, some Italian TV/movie/theater/fashion celebrities) - skip list of purchased items (by the way, I saw a Valentino's black silk dress for "only" 21.500 USD - Italian fashion rules! :) )
Then, after a breakfast in a 'Belle Epoque' bar right in front of the Cathedral, I got to the subway for the Railway Station. In about an hour I was in Como, the sun was shining, the lake was deep blue, the mountains around were bright green (they are about 1000 mt. on the sea, too short to be snowy). The last part of the trip was a good 50 min. on one of the fast, fast hydrofoils that connects the major towns on the lake. I took one of the front seats and enjoyed the sight of the lake, the mountains and the Alps in the background (snow! snow!). At last, I hugged my friend; I was really at home!

I spent three relaxing days in this charming town. I and my friend had a very good time relaxing, visiting a lot of other interesting and beautiful towns (and fooling on the lake on her brand-new motor-boat). Switzerland is not so far, so we also spent half a day in Lugano. I have no words to really describe those places, and I haven't Internet links available, but they're worthy a journey.
So, a lot more fringe purchases in the town shops (the locals are famous for their carved-wood products and furnitures), lots of wonderful Italian food & wine (a nearby valley produces a countrywide famous kind of tasty cheese - not to speak of red wine: you can spend two weeks tasting wine brands, just to discover that there are still more...), lots of laughs; he also called two male friends (wow! :) ) for two romantic evenings looking at the moon and the stars from the promenade -and again lots of laughs.

Well, this is *my* way to react to bad things.
At any rate, it's not good to be dumped and if I think to it, it hurts. But I've all the reasons in pursuing *my* happiness and go on my way.

To Howard: yes, I'm a nomad. Whenever I can, I like a lot to travel. I visited all of Italy, but for some reason never travelled abroad (apart Switzerland and Austria). Thanks for your messages, I appreciated your words a lot.

To Dave: I was wrong, not all men are "bad"! I never turned down "nice guys", but only boring ones. My mistake is always the same: never remembering that usually Italian guys, apart some rare exception, want a beautiful, blond, charming and totally brainless lady; and, besides all, prefer to live with mom rather than on their own. My last one nice, lovable guy escaped from me when evidences showed that (a) I'm going to graduate in Electronic Engineering before and with better marks than him; by the way, I never went for competition.
(b) I'm able to live on my own, have a clean house, do dishes, etc. He was so scared by houseworks that preferred to go back to mom's house; by the way, I only repeatedly asked him to put order on his desk and make his bed every morning.

And, final note, I never spoke about marriage or similar things...

All in all, he was moron #8 in my life. Maybe I lost nothing! :)

A big hug to everyone and many thanks for your help!
S.